Weell . . . thanks tae Tess her the invite an' a the work that gies inty the Ba'.
Am no much of a dancer. Am telt ye , though, wan o' ma great talents is fer throwin' folk oot the windaes. So non o' yer lip about ma kilt, ye wee Sassenach trachles in yer fancy pants an' yer freakin' bow ties. See an' a do the Hielan' Fling, By Gawd yous'll see a sight fer sair ee'n. See an' ye want tae throw me ooot the perty fer bein' coorse . . . it'll tak three o' ye! Wan Scoatsman's mair'n a match for three dreeps fell oota Strictly Come Dancin', am tellt ye!
But as a wee concession to a' ye genteelfowk . . ah'll leave ma bagpipes in ma motor, O.K?
Oo, Doctor! Love that shirt, skirt and pendant ensemble, but is that a parrot on your shoulder?
ReplyDeleteYou? A sight to behold! But you stepped all over my toes! I forgive you.
ReplyDeleteGaun yersel, Doc! Nae matter hoo many dreeps gie ye laldy, wan sweep o' yer kilt'll hae them shittin' themsels!
ReplyDeletePersonally, I'd huv made ma bagpipes ma date! Lang may yer lumb reek!
Would those be the little people on your shoulder now?
ReplyDeleteAn interesting guest to the ball!
ReplyDeletei'm a bit frightened
ReplyDeleteI have a feeling there is a tender heart under all that bravado!
ReplyDeleteDear Dr FTSE: Tis a brite brick lit moon lit neet toneet! You look smashin as your accent! Oh Love the Scotsmen/women! Chiccoreal
ReplyDeleteThank you for the dance - I'll send you the bill for my foot massage, reflexology and pedicure!!
ReplyDeleteThoroughly enjoyed the playing (bagpipes that is). Nice clan plaid too. I do believe that some of my feathers got caught in your sporan ... please do come by later and drop them off.
ReplyDeletehaha...you know my college color was tartan...and we had the games each year you would have fit right in...
ReplyDeletethis is scary.
ReplyDeleteHehe.. I hope I'm one of the 'genteelfowk' in your book, because I'm pretty sure I won't be able to take on a scotsman like yourself :D
ReplyDeleteCheers,
Arnab Majumdar on SribbleFest.com
Ha, now there's a lud who makes me go weak at the knees...apart from your good self i.e.
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